The Truth About Death is You Dont Have To Say Anything

I recalled a friend once told me something I've never heard about myself before.

She said "you know what is weird about you? You are totally irresistible when you are around, but,.. You are the last thing that would came cross my mind when you were away.."

?? Don't really know was it a good thing or one way another but i take it as her wild assumption that time. As time goes by, as things changes in complexity, as new commitment take the other half of me, those words of her becoming more and more clearer.

Again, was it reflecting something? I don't know but too bad i had to learned it the hard way. ~

Anyhow, i just received my confirmation letter last Thursday. " It was an early birthday present for you bro". My manager said.
Yea, welcome to an 'antisocial geek league' i presumed what he meant by that.

By completing another year of my lullaby circle and survived my 6 month strive probation period at the same time, the whole department thinks i deserved a big 'hand on the back'. So they decided to sing a 'Happy Birthday' song to me which i found it very ~ cliche

Of course i appreciated it. Very much indeed. Its just the fact that the time spin around like no body business makes me worry sick. Aaaaaa...

Also received a couple of wishes from friends, near and far and from enemies too. Weird??
Mua? Human can change right?

Later that day i called my father to present him the good news. Bla bla and bla..
"What? How long have you been working? 6 month already? How come it be so fast?" That was my father yelling/asking at me in disbelief. Then he added, " I must have missed a lot of things."

I agreed in silence. Perhaps we both do.

We don't talk a lot actually. Me and my father, we don't agree with a lot of things either. Its make us don't get along very well the past few years. Same goes to my mother and as long as i can remember i never sit with both of them together, talking.

I should have fixed it a long time ago. Huuu..

To sums things up, i'm really looking forward for Xmas Eve and Boxing Days cause i will be going back to my hometown. At last, i will have a couple of days away from my work. Thank god. Its really been a busy week for me as i spent almost 14 hours a day, working.
Last Friday, 18 hours. Well, Balen promised us a surprise this coming Monday as a reward or looks more like a bribe to me.

Aaaa cant wait to escape.

Ibu Kota Sesak

Untuk keluar bekerja di waktu perdana memang mencabar lebih-lebih bagi aku dan motosikal aku yang berusia setengah abad. Tambahan pula pejabat aku bertapak di tengah-tengah kota yang maha sibuk.

Aku dah tak ingat bila kali terakhir aku keluar bekerja di siang hari. Jumaat lepas aku terpaksa, setelah semalaman pengkalan data di London diserang virus.

Aku tak faham bagaimana virus itu bekerja, bukan dalam jangkauan bidang aku juga aku tak ngerti kenapa orang cipta virus at the first place.

Soalan macam tu selalu berkisar dalam benak kepala aku.

Kenapa? Dalam kebanyakan artikel, kenapa orang besarkan atau highlightkan huruf pertama di permulaan perenggan? Apa logiknya?

Kenapa pemain bola sepak bawak pengiring kanak-kanak sebelum masuk padang? Apa simboliknya?

*termenung

Sambung ngomelan asal. Aku redah di celah-celah mekanikal bergerak yang masing-masing berlumba untuk ke destinasi. Semua nak cepat. Semua tak peduli. Termasuk aku.

Err, hampir saja merempuh sisi sebuah kereta dek kerana tidak menghiraukan lampu merah. Berenti. Tarik nafas panjang-panjang. Jalan.

Mana nak jumpa view macam ni? Kereta cium bontot kereta. Bas mini didominasi warga Bangla. Bunyi bising hon teksi. Apek tengah sibuk jual tiket loteri.

Karbon monoksida tak payah cakap la. Ia da cukup untuk menghilangkan bau perfume yang aku sembur cukup-cukup sebelum keluar tadi.

Dah cukup aku tabur dosa memaki hamun setiap bas yang lalu.

Aku tahu. Semua ada target sendiri. Ada kehendak yang perlu dipenuhi. Kan? Ada periuk untuk diisi. Ada lubang rezeki untuk digali.

Nasib baik aku kerja malam!!

My Workstation?

Shit. Its Saturday and I'm still at the office. Woo.. this fucking company sure owe me big time. Not that i complaining or something, but here i am cursing myself and of course my so called responsibility for taking (i rather say killing) my social Saturday.


I don't recall when is the last time i play this game but it seems like the only way to kick my sleepy ass away. I've been Tagged yesterday by She is Me.


The instruction is as bellow:
Snap work station anda. Then, pas tag ni pada 7 blogger yang lain.




There it is. This is where i spent my self every night, 5 days a week. It was captured last night around 3 o'clock in the morning. (Look at the clock behind if you don't believe me).

Weird isn't it? Not that i don't want to explain, but its really complicated about what i 'do'. It may take dozens of pages and i rather save the electricity. Heh, all i can say is, i go to work from 9pm to 6am and it had turn the clock inside my brain, upside down. Pity`~


Is this where the part i named or tagged someone else to jump in?

sugar, spice and everything was nice

Great. Finally i had a little gap i can pampered myself in. Sooner it will be 2009 and still counting.

Resolution? Nah.. i don't think so, but i did found a cool 09' diaries when i wandered around a bookstore yesterday. Its graphically indicates your planning through out the year. Holidays, party, your time to relax, esetra, esetra. Erm, it wasn't a good idea also since i barely had time even to have a small talk with my house mate. Geesh..

For me, 09' would be a 'hectic super ignorant busy' year or so i think it would be.
Anyhow, I'm surprisingly looking forward to it.

All aboard?
Let me see...
Erm, guts, spirit, big brains, heart,.. positive..
Check!!!

All up...hee

The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo

I'm totally fond by the late Steig Larsson's book, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. It took me only 13 days to wrapped it up. Well, after all it was a perfect Swedish crime fiction with a mix of conspiracy theory, Nazism and a family saga with a hectic religious maniac.

Gessh,.. I've spent the whole Saturday trying to finished it and only stop reading when i had to watch Arsenal vs Manchester United earlier that night. Heh, it turn out The Red Devils has been Gunned down.

In the mean time i was eager to watch 007's Quantum of Solace. So i woke up Sunday, stopped by the book store to buy a new book and headed out to the cinema.

"The Righteous Man by Sam Bourne". Herm.,,i bought it because i saw a comment about it on the back of the book. It says, "Excellent plot, much better than Dan Brown".

Hey, Dan Brown is my favorite author.

This is the first time i watch movies in cinema alone. I was wondering, maybe it was a bad idea (watching movie, alone). People must be thinking, "how sad is this guy though" or "oh, poor lads".

Fuck that. They barely know me. Its Quantum of Solace that matter haha. Guess what? I get a perfect sit where i don't think i could get that if i were with somebody. Not bad.

Who come to cinema alone for god sake? I'm pretty sure there should be plenty of a 'single' sit in the hall.

Its not that bad right? I've got my sit, a perfect spot and a blockbuster. So i guess, no offend for those who goes to cinema alone right? It just..what that word,,erm,,whats best to describe it...ahaa. Pathetic!!